Peppa Pig < PREMIUM ◎ >

Daddy Pig parked the car. "Sometimes," he said, "we can’t change the weather, but we can change what we do."

They packed a picnic, buckled their seatbelts in the little blue car, and set off. Peppa was so excited she could hardly sit still. But after ten minutes of driving, the sky turned dark. Drip. Drop. Splash. It started to rain. Then it poured.

Peppa found an old sheet and draped it over a chair. "And this is our fossil tent!" she shouted. She grabbed a paintbrush and pretended to brush sand away from a giant bone she’d drawn on a piece of paper. Peppa Pig

"Daddy," she said, hugging his big round tummy. "We didn’t get to go to the Dino Park. But we made our own adventure. And it was even better because we did it together."

Peppa’s happy smile turned upside down. "But I wanted to see the giant dinosaur slide!" she huffed, crossing her front legs. George began to whimper. "Dine-saw…" Daddy Pig parked the car

When the rain finally stopped and the sun came out, Peppa looked around at the blanket tent, the cardboard cave, and the scattered cushions. She wasn’t sad anymore.

"It’s not fair," Peppa grumbled, looking out at the gray rain. But after ten minutes of driving, the sky turned dark

Then Daddy Pig got a cardboard box. "This isn’t a box," he said. "It’s a dinosaur cave!" George’s eyes went wide. He crawled inside and roared his loudest roar.